Are You Ready For Some Strange Magic?

What is it about books set in paranormal realms with otherworldly beings that fascinate so many of us? I read in several genres, yet I always seem to gravitate toward stories set in strange and sometimes terrifying worlds where mystifying creatures live and love.

If you read paranormal romance or urban fantasy, do your tastes run to shifters or vampires, witches and warlocks, or do you simply enjoy a shadowy supernatural world where they all exist? If you haven’t read either genre, what would make you curious enough to try one or both? I’d really like to know.

Whether you love all things paranormal or are simply curious, leave a comment today, along with your email address and I’ll choose one lucky person to win a Kindle copy of Strange Magic.

Vampires, shifters, and fae, oh my!

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Bursting with spellbinding, supernatural beings, Strange Magic is a bewitching collection of paranormal reads, out-of-this-world urban fantasy, and haunting magical worlds by today's bestselling and award-winning authors.

If you liked A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness or A Shade of Vampire by Bella Forrest, then you will fall under the spell of this set.

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This limited edition collection has a story for every reading taste, and if the idea of sexy jaguar shifters tickles your fancy, you won't want to miss Assassin’s Kiss. I've left you a PG excerpt...

Can an outlaw shifter change the heart of an assassin pledged to kill her?

She’d come over a thousand miles to find others like herself, someone to answer all her questions. He might, once they were safe. It wasn’t as if she had a lot of choices right now. “I can swim,” she said, then mumbled, “sort of,” under her breath as he turned away and slipped through the waterfall.

Her “sort of” was a very clumsy, fast-as-she-could-manage dog paddle. He was still frowning and rigid with anger when he pulled her, naked, from the water. He yanked up one arm, nearly tipping her over. The poultice was gone but the long pink line along her ribs wasn’t.

She shivered, feeling his strength and his anger as he slid his hands up her arms and flicked away the specks of water. Blood sizzled through her at the touch of his fingers trailing down her arms possessively. As if he didn’t want to give up touching her but at the same time looked as if he might regret it.

He stepped away abruptly, motioning her to follow. With the wind at their backs, the air currents carried his scent—warm earth, human, the musky, familiar hint of jaguar. She wanted them all wrapped around her like a protective mantle, driving away the loneliness of the past ten years. Not even his anger dampened her desire to be held again. She was pitiful.

Half an hour later they reached the tree where she’d left her clothes tucked into the black plastic garbage bag with her other meager possessions. He’d tracked her from here. The knowledge sent a shiver through her and she didn’t honestly know whether it was from excitement or fear.

She quickly dug past two pairs of frayed shorts, a dingy thermal long-sleeved shirt and a small straw doll that she carefully rewrapped in its threadbare flannel blanket. Finding what she wanted, she pulled the tattered khaki tank top over her head before tugging a pair of loose, army surplus fatigues over her bare hips.

“If it’s not a deep, dark secret, I’d like to know a little bit more about this halfling business.” She was trying to ignore the fact that he was still naked. His smirk told her he wasn’t bothered a bit. “Could you at least tell me where we’re going?”

“Sangre de la Luna,” he said, tensing as he sniffed the air.

Before she could ask how much farther Sangre de la Luna was, a jaguar’s cry ripped through the jungle. He lost his smirk, reached down and grabbed her bag.

“Run.”

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